🥞 Week 185 - Pancakes

L was working every day this week so I walked the boys to school before returning to WFH. Plenty of extra steps 💪
This also meant I took the boys in on World Book Day. JK Rowling’s bank manager must (continue to) be a happy person: in the playground, by far the most popular costume choice for the boys and girls was characters from Harry Potter. C was the evil wizard boy, H went as The Diary of a Wimpy Kid.
On Pancake Day, the boys ate pancakes at school and then L cooked more at home. My paltry 1½ pancakes were at least traditional, drowned in lemon juice and sugar as is proper; theirs were spread with Nutella.
The boys came home asking what they should give up for Lent. I told them not be daft. I understand the lesson and agree that religion should be taught, but there’s no need to concern impressionable young minds.
While L was out one evening I found 24 Hour Party People on my watchlist. The film charts Tony Wilson’s story through Joy Division and Happy Mondays, two bands whose music I like very much. But it was sadly all a bit flat, even with Steve Coogan starring.
I bought tickets for Andy and I to see The Beta Band in October, one of four gigs I’ve got upcoming this year from bands that split up years ago and presumably now have tax bills to pay.
There were weekend draws in the unseasonal sunshine for both the Lions U9s and Arsenal. After, H and I took his football across the road to the park where his nippy, technical skills were matched by my speed (longer legs) and strength (bulk).
While the sun shone I gave my dirty, salty car its first hand-wash and vacuum of the year. Satisfying and physically challenging work. It now looks new again and my back hurts.